AN: As always I own nothing pertaining to Pitch Perfect. The plot is mine same with the errors... *sigh*those are mine as well. if only i could make money off my errors... OH mild trigger some homophobic rhetoric... not my personal belief at all but unfortuantely it fits the the personality of the troglodyte character that spews it.

Beckham woke up to the buzzing of his phone. He had two messages, one was from the Dean getting back to him about a request he had made from a couple of weeks ago and set a meeting once again for later that afternoon. The second message was that there was a mandatory Treblemakers meeting in thirty minutes at the Treble house. Beckham had a quick shower, left a note as well as some Gatorade and Tylenol for Chloe who was still sound asleep, and got dressed in his typical everyday wear; black jeans, v-neck t-shirt with a button down shirt thrown on over top and his Doc's. He got his sling on, and grabbed a Rockstar on his way out the door. He made it to the Treble house with five minutes to spare and noticed that some of the guys wouldn't look him in the eye and that Jesse had a guilty look on his face. Beckham looked at the other boy questioningly but didn't get a chance to voice anything as Bumper came storming into the house.

"Is everyone here?" At Donald's nod he continued. "Ok so I'm not going to beat around the bush here, Beckham, where were you last night?"

"Not sure how it's any of your business dude but I was out at a club with a couple friends last night." Beckham answered. He had left his phone in the sling and had covertly set it to record what was happening.

"It becomes my business when one of the members is seen at a Queer club." Bumper spat out before he played a short video that had been taken of Beckham the night before. The video showed Beckham dancing between a couple of buff guys, a hand on the hip of each man as the three danced.

"I fail to see the relevance. Those two men are in a committed relationship and have been for the last five years. I like to dance Bumper and to be honest I don't care who I dance with, be it male, female, drag queen or transsexual. Besides, I wasn't kicked out of the club for causing a disturbance, I wasn't arrested, hell I wasn't even wearing anything that had the Treblemaker insignia on it. Do you have something against gay people Bumper?" Beckham calmly inquired.

The captain looked like he was ready to scream at the freshman. "Are you a fag Beckham?"

"Does it matter? Seriously does the gender of the person I have sex with really matter?" Beckham deflected, knowing he was winding the captain up.

He smirked as he watched Bumper's face get redder and redder and decided to really fuck with him. He crossed his legs and developed a very flamboyant lisp and looked Bumper up and down as if he were checking him out. "MMmm Bumper, Sugah, is there something that you wanted to ask me? Is this your way of attempting to get in my pants hunni? Are you wanting to be my power bottom?" Beckham could hear the snorts of laughter from the other members and sat back waiting for the Captain to blow.

"I'M NOT A FUCKING FAG! AND FAGGOTS HAVE NO PLACE IN THE TREBLES. YOU ARE NO LONGER A TREBLE!" Bumper roared out, shocking the members into silence.

"Is that why you didn't invite Benji to be a member?" Beckham asked in his normal voice as he stared the captain down.

"Yes."

Beckham just shook his head in disgust. "Not that it's any of your business, you bigoted piece of shit but I am not gay. And even if I was, well you would be the last guy I would ever go for, you saw the two guys I was dancing with last night, why would I want to fuck you when I could have them? What I am however, is a huge supporter of gay rights and freedoms. Enjoy this season Bumper, if you even get that because I will do everything that I can, to either have the group disbanded or you tossed as the captain. Either way I don't care because you are done." Beckham got up and made his way to the door.

"Oh and Benji isn't gay either you fucking idiot, he's just an extremely talented and sensitive kid who really enjoys singing." With those parting words Beckham left, slamming the door behind him.

Beckham stopped the recording on his phone. He let out a long sigh and slowly walked to the diner. He had an hour to kill before he had to meet with the dean. He ordered soup, a sandwich and a cup of coffee. He was finishing off his carefully composed email to the dean and the board trustees in regards to what had just happened at the Treble house and he included the audio file. He didn't look up as someone sat down in the booth across from him as he continued to skim his student emails and eat his soup.

"So either you have a really good fake ID that passes under the ultra violet lights and scanners or you're older than I initially thought. How did that bigoted asshat see that footage anyway?"

"I was out on the quad working on editing out the chatter from the club and just focusing on the music coming through when Bumper came up behind me. Once I noticed him it was too late, it was already at the footage of you dancing with those guys. Bumper didn't care that there was also footage of you dancing with women in the same way. He immediately started ranting and demanded I send him the footage of you dancing with the guys. He kept saying that no fag was going to be a Treble. I'm so sorry Beckham. This video is honestly for my communications class. I decided to focus on how body language in a club setting is highly communicative when words are not available."

Beckham sighed before responding. "I'm not mad at or angry with you in any way shape or form Jesse. You can't control how other people react. Bumper is just another simple bigot who thinks that anyone who is gay wants to fuck him. And to be honest...eww. He looks like a fucking cabbage patch kid." Beckham finished with a shudder and look of disgust.

Jesse threw his head back and laughed. Beckham smiled as he took a bite of his sandwich. Jesse ordered a coffee while he sat with Beckham. "So I have to ask dude, last night where did you guys disappear to? I was going to come over and talk to you and you guys were gone."

"Trade secret." Beckham replied with a smirk before letting out a small laugh at Jesse's disgruntled look. "There is always a secret exit in a club, Jesse. Let's just say that Blayze and I are a few weeks shy of 21 and there were undercover officers from the Liquor Control Board checking IDs looking for minors. Blayze and I spin at the club every pride, the owner has a soft spot for us and when he got word about the officers, he sent a text to Blayze and she got us out of the club without being seen." Beckham checked the time on his phone. "Shit I have to get going, I have another meeting to attend today. I'll see you at the station later. Again don't worry about the video, oh and your secret is safe with me, I won't say anything to anyone." Beckham got up leaving the other man stunned. Beckham paid for his lunch and told the waitress to bring Jesse the lunch special and paid for that as well before leaving.

Ten minutes later, Beckham found himself sitting across from the dean for the third time in 24 hours.

"So for the easy part," Dean Masters began. "It's all good news. After checking with the insurance in regards to liability and whatnot, students are still covered so I can hand you the keys for the old dance hall space. I'll walk with you to take pictures of its current condition so that way there is documentation showing that any repairs that may need to be made right now are not your responsibility." She paused at his uncontained 'awesome' smiling before continuing. "Indeed. It will be nice to see this space brought to life once again. The second thing you asked just came through yesterday as well. We will need a few days to air it out but yes the old recording studio is still functional. You and your sister will have to go through and see what can be used/salvaged and let me know what can not be saved. You will have to bring in your own equipment if we don't have it."

"That won't be an issue. Anything that is needed can easily be gotten and given to the school as a donation. I really appreciate this Dean Masters. Sure my sister and I could have easily booked time at one of the studios around here, however they keep all the masters of what has been recorded. Blayze and I aren't willing to take the chance just yet in getting screwed over by some up and comer looking to make their mark. And this way if there are other students afterwards that are looking to record their own music/songs for their music majors, the equipment will be here. It can be funnelled through as an anonymous alumni donation if need be. Neither Blayze or myself want any recognition for what we donate. It's just our way of paying things forward, something our mother taught us from a very young age."

The dean studied the young man before her. She had known that he and his sister were humble and very private individuals, nothing at all like their father, Dr. Mitchell. She nodded her agreeance to the anonymous donations. She also knew that there was a very shrewd and intelligent mind behind the devil may care attitude that was given on the surface, which made the next subject that she had to bring up a bit more tricky.

"I also reviewed the audio file that you sent and while it is disturbing there is no way to actually prove that it was Mr. Allen who was saying such terrible things."

Beckham had been prepared for this and sent a message knowing that the recipient would be on campus right now. Two minutes later a knock was heard and Beckham stated that it was his witness that happened to be at the meeting and could verify that It was in fact Bumper on the recording. Dean Masters waved the person through. She was surprised to see Jesse Swanson walk through the door. Jesse then proceeded to explain everything that had happened and what led to the meeting at the Treble house. The dean could see that the young man was anxious as hell as he recounted the details.

"Mr Swanson I have to ask, do you feel safe being in the Treblemakers?"

"Not while Bumper is in the group, no Ma'am I don't."

"And right now Mr. Allen believes that the reason you were at Babylon last night was so you could get video footage for your communications class project?"

"Yes ma'am. For now at least."

Dean Masters turns away from the two students in her office and quickly types out a letter and prints it off. She reads it over one last time and signs the bottom before passing it over to Jesse. He quickly reads over it, stunned. The woman had composed a letter that was more of a demand that he use his "communications project" as a promo for the Gay Straight Alliance on campus and it would be counted towards his final grade. The letter covered him should Bumper try to dig any further into what Jesse told him and confront the reason as to why Jesse was at the gay nightclub in the first place. She had also sent an email with the same information to the professor. She dismissed him once he had composed himself once again.

Beckham had sat back a tad stunned that the Dean had composed the letter on the fly but then again Jesse was a terrible poker player so it wasn't that hard for the woman to figure out why he was so anxious.

"You're not the only one who can protect others Mr. Mitchell. My flex just happens immediately when needed. I need all my students to feel safe, no matter their orientation. The board will respond back to me and I'll include what Mr Swanson has said. I'll keep his name out of it for as long as I can, but the fact that there is a witness to corroborate the audio file will go a long way."

"Honestly that's about as best as I could hope for right now. I knew it wasn't going to be an instantaneous resolution but at least with this, as a formal complaint an investigation can be started and Bumper's behaviour can be dug into."

The dean nodded her head in agreement to what he said. "Ok so now that that unpleasantness is over with, let's take a look at the spaces shall we." Beckham smiled and got up out of the chair he had been sitting in for the last hour and followed the dean out of her office. She enlisted her assistant's assistant to take pictures of the dance hall space. Beckham looked around and made a mental note of what he needed to add to make it a perfect practice space. Dean Masters had confirmed that the room was fairly sound proof with some sound escaping through the door but not enough to disturb the neighbouring spaces. He checked out the small locker room and showers making sure that they, including the hot water, worked. It was in need of a serious cleaning which is what he would get started on right away. He hated cleaning but if it was going to be brought up to his standards, he would have to be the one to do it. The dean was having someone from the custodial staff come in now and get started in the locker room. Beckham told her to advise them to bring a pressure washer, her eyes widened slightly but relayed the message. They walked next door and the dean opened the studio up. It had been recently painted but otherwise looked like it hadn't been touched in over a decade. He could smell the chemicals used to clean the carpet and winced as he could feel a headache starting. He opened the door to the booth and was slapped in the face with the same smell. He cursed and backed up as fast as he could, leaving the door to the booth open. There were fans and heaters hanging from the walls and ceilings circulating the air in an attempt to dry the rooms out. Beckham quickly looked around and saw what he was looking for. He took a deep breath and held it. He walked back over to the control board and hoped the switch still worked. He sighed in relief when he heard the quiet whirr of the hidden exhaust fan kick in. Beckham estimated that within 24 hours the carpets would be dry and he would be able to place odour absorbers in the room to soak up the chemical smell from the cleaning.

"Oh and Beckham," Dean Masters began as she handed him the keys for both spaces. "The hours that you and Blayze spend in the studio will count towards in-class time. The secret to this room is that it is electronically coded so once you swipe your student ID, the scanner logs in the time when you enter and when you leave to lock up, it gets calculated every Friday."

Beckham smiled at the dean knowing that Blayze would love that. It would be a huge fuck you to their father in regards to how much time was spent indulging in their 'hobby' would actual count towards class credit. He locked the studio back up and once the dean had left him there saying she had to go back and make sure her office hadn't burned down in her absence.

"Dean, quick question, why don't the Bellas have a house like the Treblemakers do?"

"Oh they do but the house needs repairs done and after the unfortunate, uh circumstances during last year's ICCA final, funding fell through at the last minute and we had to relocate Ms Beale and Ms Posen to the apartment off campus."

"Send me the estimates and I'll have a contractor of my own go through the house and we will get it back to its former glory. The Bellas deserve to have their own house as well."

The dean agreed to his request and assured him that she would send him the estimate when she got back to her desk.

He could hear the man in the locker room working away. Once he got the man's attention he asked him if he could leave his cleaning supplies he brought, as Beckham would be back after dinner to continue cleaning. The older gentleman was gracious enough to agree to Beckham's request. Looking at the time he headed over to the Bellas rehearsal space. He didn't particularly want to go there and see Aubrey but his conscience wouldn't allow him to just pass this information off with just a text. He quietly walked into the space after taking a deep breath and steeling his nerves. The door closing behind him was loud enough to draw attention to him as he came down the stairs.

"This is a closed rehearsal space for Bellas only." Aubrey advised coldly. She was pissed that he had taken off last night and hadn't let her explain herself to him. She was also pissed that he let Chloe come to him last night without a problem.

"I'm aware of that. I,"

"That means Bellas only and Treble's are persona non grata." Aubrey interrupted

"Good thing I'm not a fucking Treble any more than isn't it Posen?" Beckham snapped at the blonde losing his patience before continuing on not giving her a chance to interrupt him again.

"Look, the only reason I came by was to warn all of you. Be careful, especially those of you who are a part of or publicly support the LGBTQ community. Things got ugly at the Treble house earlier. Some video of me was obtained that made it look like I was attempting to have a three way with two other men." Beckham stated bluntly. "Now I myself am not gay and I honestly don't care who is or isn't, that doesn't matter to me, but it apparently matters to the Treble captain as he kicked me from the group. The captain is a damn homophobic bigot. So ladies, please for my sanity and my sister's, please be careful around him, yeah?" He looked around at the girls as they all nodded at him.

"Thank you. That satisfies my apparent hero complex." Beckham spat out bitterly, noting the blonde captain's flinch at his words, before pointing at the risers "Just a suggestion, set up a video camera over there to record your rehearsals that way you can show your girls exactly where they are out of step in your choreo when you get there. It will be a whole lot easier to show them instead of barking at them like a damn drill sergeant." Beckham tossed out while staring down the glaring blonde.

"Oh and Blayze, everything is a go." Beckham smiled as his sister's eyes got really big and she launched herself at him in a hug.

He laughed and told her to come find him after rehearsal and he would show her. He let her go and gave a smile to the redhead and turned to leave the space through a different exit from where he came in. If there was one thing that he had learned during his Krav Maga training other than of course how to defend from and disarm his attacker(s), was to never come and go through the same exits if it can be helped and never have a routine, mix it up constantly. Just as he got to the outer doors he heard his name being called. He turned around and had a redhead wrapped around him. He wrapped her up in a hug as best he could while he was in a sling and just breathed her in.

"Hi baby." He greeted her softly.

"Missed you when I got up. Thank you for the Gatorade and Tylenol. It was definitely needed. I didn't think I drank that much." Chloe frowned slightly in confusion as to why her head felt like it was in a vice when she woke up but no other hangover symptoms.

Beckham chuckled at her slight frown. "You didn't. But the drinks you did have, had a lot of sugar in them. That's actually what causes the headache, that and the slight dehydration you get from drinking and dancing. It's why I gave you Gatorade instead of water. The Gatorade replaces your electrolytes quicker."

"Hmmm well I just wanted to thank you." Chloe smiled as she wrapped her arms around his neck and pulled his head towards hers.

"Yeah?" He asked, his lips brushing against hers,

"Yeah." She whispered before closing the distance and kissed him. Beckham angled his head allowing her to deepen the kiss without getting too heated.

"Hmm I should find other things to have you thank me for, if this is the way that you're going to thank me." Beckham commented once they broke the kiss. Chloe just smiled as she lightly scratched her nails against the back of his head. He hummed, almost purring at the feeling. She laughed softly at him as he literally became putty in her arms. He pouted at her and she nipped his lower lip tugging on it evoking a small growl from him.

"I need to get back Becs. The three of us need to talk."

Beckham frowned at her words before shaking his head. "No, not tonight we don't."

"But,"

"No Chloe. I'm not ready to talk to her. In fact I don't even want to talk to her right now. You wanna talk things out with her, that's fine. Right now I have nothing to say to her. Nothing nice anyway."

"Becs, c'mon,"

"No Chlo. I had Sheila spend an obscene amount of money while moving heaven and hell to make sure that the both of you and your families were protected from both that asshat and his father. I put my safety on the line to ensure that the harshest charges are brought against him to hopefully get the longest prison sentences for each charge. Yesterday wasn't even about me or you or her. There were three women in that room, one of them my sister. My sister Chlo. The one person in this world, aside from my son, that I would do anything for, the one other person I would kill first for, and ask questions second. My step mother, the woman who was so instrumental in getting me to a point where I didn't have to sell my body in order to provide for Caleb, the woman who has been kind enough to continue to help both my sister and I out when needed after we were so shitty to her in the beginning when she first married our father. Then there was Dean Masters, she just happened to be there because she's the damn dean, the one who was facilitating the meeting. Tom was unstable during the meeting. I had noticed it when I first walked in but made the mistake of passing it off as side effects from the painkillers he would have been on for his face. The vibe in the air changed and it made me pay attention. What I wasn't expecting was for his father to attempt to attack me first. Yeah," Beckham nodded at her shocked expression.

"Once his high price lawyer confirmed that there was no way to break the restraining order, in effect forcing them to have to move from our home town, he attempted to come over the table at me as you saw from the video that Blayze showed you. And of course what you probably didn't see in the video was the manic expression in your ex's eyes. He was going to try and hurt me by getting to either Blayze or Sheila and I wasn't going to let that happen so I took that angle away from him and forced him to have to go through me to get to them. Had he managed to touch a hair on either of them, I'd be in jail and he would be a dead man, instead I did the next best thing. My mistake was underestimating just how fucking sharp the knife was and I'm stuck in a sling for the next two days for that error.

Then to top off my shitty day, as I wake up from my drug induced nap I hear the two ladies who have held my heart, one for the last five years, the other for the last 3, talking about what had happened and you know what I hear? 'Seems like he has a hero complex right now.' It was like everything that I had told you two the other day went in her one ear and out the other.

And when I thought about those summers and school breaks, she made me feel like I was just a physical distraction for when she couldn't have you. We may not have fucked but there are so many other ways to get someone off without actually having sex and she willingly enjoyed every single one of those ways.

I'm not as clueless as I lead people to believe. I knew you two had an off and on thing going on once you two started your respective programs. She used to mumble your name sometimes as she was getting off. I chose to ignore it and pretend that I never heard it. Whenever someone commented on the closeness between her and I, she would immediately deny anything was going on and quickly state that we were only friends. You know what, it got me thinking last night, that maybe I should have charged her for my time at least that way I knew where I stood. I may not be good for much else but when I'm not looking like I've gone five rounds in an MMA ring," Beckham gestured at his body. "This can get me damn near anything if I use it the right way. And just now, well you heard the way she spoke to me. I didn't even provoke her in any way shape or form and that's how she talks to me. So no baby, no I will not talk to her tonight. When I finally feel like talking to her, I will let you know. Ok?"

Chloe nodded as her heart broke at hearing the man she loved describe himself as nothing more than a high priced whore. She was angry that her best friend had treated Beckham as a dirty secret and as a stress release toy. She felt Beckham go rigid in her arms and she looked over to see Aubrey standing there with tears streaming down her face. Judging from the expression on her best friend's face, the blonde heard everything that had been said.

"I have to go, my shift at the station starts in ten minutes and it's going to take me eight of those to get there. Love you Red." Beckham kissed Chloe's cheek before bolting out the door.

"Seems like I threatened the wrong senior Saturday when it came to my brothers heart." Blayze stated from behind the blonde in a voice so cold you could hear ice crack.

Blayze turned around and the rest of the Bellas who had gathered behind her parted allowing her to pass without comment. Stacie followed behind Blayze while the rest of the Bellas were torn as to stay and find out what was going on from their captains or see if they could get any information from Blayze. The tiny DJ was currently sitting on the risers quietly talking with Stacie as she glared at her water bottle.

"Call me later, Stace. I can't be here right now. If I stay I'm liable to put our captain on the ground." Blayze got up and grabbed her bag and was walking towards the door.

"Blayze wait…..please." Aubrey called out desperately

"Why? Why should I give you any of my time? Right now all I want to do is knock you the fuck out. Do you have any idea what you have done? Do you not remember when we were just kids and how all the girls picked on him for wearing glasses and for being overweight? How he got so sullen and withdrawn that only Chloe could make him smile? Then as we got to high school it continued but by then both you and Chloe could get him to smile. Then the shit hit the fan, but you, Aubrey, still managed to put a smile on his face when you went to him to gain control of your panic attacks. He smiled even when he was broken inside because he was able to help you, his friend, whom he cared so much about. After you two graduated, well you know what happened that next year, he told you. Now during that time when he was doing what he had to in order to support my Godson, he learned quite a few things, some handy skills, things and skills that in all honesty I wish he would teach me how to do, and you Aubrey benefited from them. Don't try to deny it I fucking heard you on multiple occasions. I then noticed a trend in your visits. I looked the other way because I had hoped like hell that I was wrong in what I was seeing, that you were just being afraid even though your father loves both my brother and I. You may have been the one to get off but in the end it was my brother who was truly getting fucked. It's no wonder he thinks that he's only good for his body. So yeah, right now I need to be somewhere else other than here because I can't even look at you. Oh and if my walking away right now means that I'm out of the Bellas then so be it, but just remember, you need me in this group more than I need you." Blayze stormed out of the rehearsal space leaving behind an angry redhead, a distraught blonde, an annoyed brunette and a stunned group of girls who had even more questions.

"Sooooooo let me get this right; shorty and her hot as hell brother have known you two twig bitches since you were kids, and obviously something went down between the three of you. Red is obviously with Beckham now, but Aubrey is crying like she just got dumped by text and shorty is ready to kill her." Amy summarized without any jokes after five minutes of stunned silence.

"In a nutshell, yes." Chloe replied as she tiredly rubbed her face. "Look, I think it's safe to say that practice is over for the day. I do ask you all as a favour to me, don't pester Blayze about what's going on, In case you missed it she is fiercely protective of her brother. Oh and if you could take Beckham's warning seriously and walk home from practices in at least pairs of two until whatever is going on with the Trebles gets resolved. Please ladies, be careful." Chloe dismissed the group of girls and began to clean up the space, putting everything away.

"Chloe, how do I fix this? Tell me how to fix this." Aubrey asked brokenly once it was just the two of them left.

"I don't know if you can Bree. Tell me this Bree, were you just using Beckham during the times I was forced to be with Tom? Was your infatuation with him actual feelings or just what he could do for you when you needed release?"

"I don't know Chlo. What I do know is that he's my friend and I love him, but I've never been in love with him. I always clarified that we were just friends because I didn't want to lead him on."

Chloe stared at her best friend in shock, knowing she was lying to herself, before her anger returned in full force. "Are you fucking kidding me? You didn't want to lead him on? The fuck did you think it was this weekend when you told him that he was perfect for us?! Don't you think that would be considered leading him on? If you don't have those types of feelings for him, why would you suggest a poly relationship?"

"Because I didn't want to lose you!" The blonde yelled tearfully. She took a deep breath before continuing. "I knew with Beckham back in the picture, there would be no us. I've always known that your heart has belonged to him. A part of me was always attracted to him and the first time he and I crossed that line beyond friendship was an accident but it felt right at the time and every other time he helped me forget for a few hours. We never actually had sex he and I, just thought you should know that."

"Bree you're my best friend. You have helped rebuild me and healed me in ways I didn't think was possible and I love you for that and will never ever be able to completely express my gratitude for what you have done for me. But hunni you know as you just admitted, that I have been in love with that snarky asshole since you and I were 17." What Chloe left unsaid, but Aubrey heard loud and clear was that if it was a choice between Beckham and Aubrey, Chloe would choose the snarky brooding man every time.

"Besides Bree you're not in love with me. In lust yes, but you're not In Love. If you were really in love with me, you wouldn't have been able to fool around with Becs. I'm safe because you know me and we have known each other our whole lives. You need to get back out and date Bree. You put your dating life on hold when you began building me back up. Now I don't know how you are going to do it or when you will be able to, but you owe him a huge apology. I honestly don't know if he will ever forgive you. He has feelings for you beyond the love of friendship, or at least he did. What I do know is that if he does forgive you, things will never be the same between you two, he will never fully trust you again."

Aubrey nodded sadly. She did know that. She hates herself for what she has done and for what she let happen. She rubbed her face with her hands and straightened her spine. She had an apology to plan. She was a Posen and Posens don't wallow in self pity. Chloe watched warily as her friend transformed herself into the everyday Aubrey that everyone else saw, the Aubrey that was up tight and had a no nonsense attitude. The two seniors left the rehearsal space and went back to their apartment.

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